The Cowboy's Babygirl: A dark cowboy romance

by Lee Savino

  And then I couldn’t.

  The crop whistled through the air and landed on my clit. All the ants in the world bit me right there. I screamed like a banshee.

  “I was trying to learn!” I wailed.

  “What?”

  “I was trying to learn how to give head properly,” I muttered, shame burning in my chest.

  He’d frozen, his hand drawn back, ready to whip me again. “That’s why you were chatting with a porn star?” he repeated in an incredulous tone.

  I nodded. “I was so embarrassed at how bad I was yesterday. The girls at school used to boast about how deep they could go. I just thought if I watched porn and talked with a guy about it, I could learn some techniques. So next time I give you head, I won’t disappoint you.”

  Steele’s hand dropped to his side, and he blinked several times. “Why do you think you disappointed me?”

  “Because I was so bad, you stopped me and jacked yourself off instead.”

  He frowned, several emotions flickering across his features. “That’s because I wanted to, Carrie. It felt amazing for me. I loved every second. And of course you’re not going to be a pro when you’ve never done it before.”

  “But I want to be a pro, for you,” I croaked, my throat clogged with emotion.

  He swallowed hard. “You want to know anything, you let Daddy teach you, okay? You don’t go behind my back to chat up other guys.”

  I dropped my head. “I know, Daddy.”

  “You don’t need to learn from other men. I can teach you everything you need to know about sex, right here, in this barn or in my bed. You understand?”

  I nodded miserably.

  “Did you get off on talking to him?”

  I shook my head vigorously.

  He gave me a hard look. “He sent you a dick pic. Did you like looking at it?”

  “No, not at all. I swear. That’s when I knew I’d made a mistake.”

  He was silent for a long time. I hoped he was figuring out that I was telling the truth, but he looked more dismayed than ever.

  At last, his gaze trailed between my thighs.

  I hated that I was tied up like this. My pussy spread wide, exposed.

  He reached out and roughly cupped it with his hand. “Soaking wet,” he commented. Then he drew back his hand, and gave it a slap.

  I groaned. That actually felt good. It stung, but it was also really pleasurable. He gave me another slap, then another one. When I failed to stifle another sound, he stared into my eyes, his own sapphire irises hot and blazing.

  “Oh, you like that, huh?” he said.

  I made a noncommittal sound.

  “Want me to slap your pussy again?”

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  His lips curled into a thin smile. “Then ask me.”

  “Please… slap my pussy.”

  “You sure?” His drawl was slow and cruel. Just what I needed.

  “Yes, Daddy. Please. Make it hurt.”

  He obliged. He slapped me harder than before, alternating between my pussy and my inner thighs so I never knew where the next one was going to land. The ones on my thighs hurt so bad, while the ones on my pussy drove me crazy.

  He stood back and looked at me thoughtfully. “I think you’re ready for me again,” he said, then reached forward and pushed two fingers inside me. I gasped. I wasn’t sore anymore. I just wanted him inside me.

  “And you’re even wetter than before. You think you’ve been punished enough?”

  I nodded vigorously. I couldn’t take any more of that crop on my body.

  He looked me up and down as if he couldn’t decide what to do with me.

  Apprehension raced through my veins, making the hairs on my arms stand on end.

  He held the crop up horizontally and pressed it against my lips. “Open,” he said.

  Automatically, I opened my mouth and he pushed it between my lips. It tasted sour and salty, but I didn’t dare spit it out.

  “Hold it there for me.” He unfastened the straps on my wrists and ankles.

  “I don’t know what to do now,” he said. “When I dominate you, it’s for your own good. It’s not because I don’t respect you. It’s nothing like the things that happen in porn. I need you to understand that. Now, I want to see you on your hands and knees. Keep that crop right where it is, and give me a turn around the room.”

  I dropped to the floor. Immediately, my arms burned with pins and needles as the blood rushed back into them, but I ignored the pain as I began to crawl my hands and knees, holding the crop in my teeth.

  “Like I taught you,” Steele’s voice thundered.

  Hurriedly, I arched my back, parted my thighs a little more, and tried to keep my posture perfect. My knees were still tender from last time, and the wooden boards were as hard as ever, but I didn’t dare complain.

  As I went around in a big circle, Steele followed me at a leisurely pace, occasionally slapping my ass to make me go faster. It was as humiliating as hell, but that ache in my pussy grew and grew, and I yearned for him to stop me and plunge his cock into me.

  When I approached the hay bale, he patted it.

  “Now, get up on here,” he told me.

  Guessing he wanted me on all fours, I did just that. He took the crop out of my mouth and adjusted my position, spreading my legs a little wider, making me arch my back more, until he was satisfied. He ran his hands all over me again, like a horse dealer examining a potential purchase. Squeezing each breast and thigh, grasping my ass. He ran his hand roughly between my legs, spreading my wetness all the way from my clit to my ass. It was a rough, careless gesture, but I liked it, and I couldn’t help rubbing myself against him.

  When a moan escaped my lips, he made a sound of irritation.

  Abruptly, his finger sank into my asshole. He slid it in and out. It felt weird, but good. Half of me wanted him to stop, the other half hoped he wouldn’t. Then something bigger began to enter my ass. Another finger. I groaned. Two of Steele’s thick fingers were now inside my most private place. It was too much to take. But when he pumped them in and out, slick with my pussy juices, waves of pleasure spread through my body.

  “Are you going to come like that, little one?” he said in a crooning tone.

  “No,” I mumbled.

  “What if that’s all I want to give you?”

  I mumbled something incomprehensible, unsure what the right answer was. Distracted by the sensation of his fingers pumping in and out of me.

  “What if I only want to fuck your ass? What about those girls in porn who do that all the time?”

  I froze as a mixture of horror and excitement took hold of me. I felt dizzy, breathless.

  “I want you to take me everywhere, Daddy,” I murmured.

  Steele drew in a sharp breath. “Really? You want my big cock in your ass?”

  “Yes, I do,” I said hesitantly, remembering just how big it had felt inside me yesterday. Steele’s fingers burned a little as they breached the tight ring of muscle, but it felt good. I liked the hurt. I deserved it.

  He kept pumping his fingers in and out of me, kind of casually, but going deeper each time, until I felt his knuckles pressing up against my hole.

  “It’s going to be deeper than this, and a lot bigger,” he told me.

  I mumbled something, almost past speech.

  Abruptly, he withdrew his fingers from me. “Soon, but not today,” he told me. “Today is when I teach you to suck my cock like a pro.”

  He made me stay in position on the hay bale like it was some kind of podium, my ass and pussy all exposed for him, while he walked around me in a circle.

  He stopped in front of me, the fly of his jeans barely capable of containing his erection.

  “I was going to save this for later in your training,” he told me. “But it’s going to be part of the lesson I’m going to teach you for looking at porn.” He stood right in front of my face, and slowly unfastened his zipper and pulled out his cock. I quailed at the
sight of it. What I’d told him before was true—looking at the men’s cocks on the porn videos did nothing for me. They looked gross compared to his. He had a beautiful cock—perfectly shaped, like sculpted marble. But it was just so big.

  I expected him to bring it to my lips, but instead he told me to open my mouth.

  “Wider,” he said with impatience.

  I did as he told me, and a fresh burst of arousal burned through my body. It felt shameful posing like this, all of me open to him. He slid two fingers into my mouth. “Keep it open,” he warned me as he ran his fingertips over my teeth, the inside of my cheeks, and my tongue, gliding right to the back, until I gagged.

  He slid his fingers out halfway, then tried again. I gagged again, hard.

  “Try harder,” he said. “Don’t think about what’s happening, and breathe deeply through your nose.”

  I tried again, wanting to do better for him this time. I lasted a little longer.

  “Good,” he said. “Now, try to take my cock.”

  He pushed it between my lips, but he was so big, it barely fit into my mouth, never mind my throat. He held my head and moved his hips back and forth, working more of himself into my mouth. I gagged again, but this time, he didn’t ease back. He kept going.

  “Good girl,” he crooned, going deeper and deeper. Almost before I knew it, his cock was going right into my throat.

  “Suck Daddy’s cock,” he murmured, as he pushed in and in and in. “Yeah, that’s right.” He held me tight, thrusting into me, fucking my mouth. His cock cut off my airway and I had to gulp for air every time he withdrew. I tried not to freak out; tried to focus on doing my best for my daddy, taking more and more of him.

  His hips moved faster and faster and he tugged painfully on my hair. All I could do was breathe, and receive him. “You’re doing great,” he said.

  It felt dirty and demeaning and fucking hot to be used like that.

  In and out, in and out, he went. Fucking me. Thrusting into my throat, while I was powerless against the relentless rhythm.

  At last, he gave a deep sound of satisfaction and came, his hot, salty cum hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed fast, and he kept thrusting, until the last traces of his climax had faded.

  “You did good,” he told me, stroking my face. I panted, trying to catch my breath. My eyes had teared up and my throat felt raw, but I glowed with satisfaction.

  I’d redeemed myself. I felt proud.

  But I still had to explain. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’ll never do it again. I was trying to be good. I wanted to be as good as her.”

  Steele’s forehead wrinkled. “Who?”

  “Your other girl. The lover you mentioned.”

  “Oh, babygirl.” His huge shoulders relaxed a fraction. “You never have to worry about being good enough. I’m not with her; I’m with you.” He lifted me easily in his arms. “Let’s go inside,” he said.

  He carried me indoors, holding me close to protect me from the cold night breeze.

  He deposited me on the couch with a blanket, and disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the taps running into the tub and gave a sigh of relief. I’d been worried that he was preparing some new punishment for me.

  “Bath’s ready,” he called after a few minutes. I left the blanket behind and walked in.

  Steele was crouching beside the tub, his sleeves rolled up and his arm in the water, swishing it around. The water was full of bubbles and it smelled delicious—like pineapples.

  He turned his head to look at me. “You like bubble baths?”

  I nodded eagerly. I used to, when I was a small child, anyway. He reached for me and helped me step in.

  “Temperature okay?” he asked.

  “Perfect,” I sighed, and slid under the water. It was nice and deep, covering all of me when I lay back. I let my eyelids fall shut, a feeling of comfort washing over me. When I opened them again, Steele was looking at me tenderly.

  “How are you feeling, little one?”

  “Good,” I said.

  His forehead furrowed. “It wasn’t too much for you tonight, was it?”

  I shook my head. “No, it wasn’t.”

  He reached for my hand under the water and squeezed it. “You know your safeword. Don’t ever be afraid to use it if things are too much; if I push you beyond your boundaries. Of course…” he ran a finger from my collarbone to my nipple, and tweaked it teasingly, “it’s good to test your boundaries. Sometimes you might surprise yourself about the kinds of things you enjoy. But I think you will know in your heart, if anything isn’t right for you.”

  I told him that nothing had been too much. That I felt satisfied and safe.

  He looked pleased; relieved, even. “Okay, good. I’m going to keep checking in on you like this. It’s called aftercare, and it’s an important part of your training. It’s where a daddy and his girl check in with each other to make sure they’re both okay with what’s happened.”

  I nodded. “I’m okay,” I said in a small voice. It was hard thing to admit to. But it was true—screwed up though it might be, I’d enjoyed every bit of it.

  “Now, sit forward,” he told me. He took a sponge and began to wash me all over, from head to toe. I was so lulled by the experience, so drowsy in the warm water, that I started playing with the bubbles, like I used to when I was a small child—clapping them between my hands, so they burst everywhere.

  Suddenly, I froze. “Oops, I didn’t mean to do that,” I blurted out, prickling with shame.

  But a look of tenderness came over Steele’s face. “I love to see you playing like this,” he said. Then he broke into a grin as he grabbed a handful of bubbles and dumped them right on my head.

  I gave a shriek of delight, scooped up a big handful of bubbles, and splashed them onto him.

  He yelled out in mock outrage, and retaliated.

  It was a foam war, with tidal waves of water splashing everywhere. Soon, we were both drenched in sweet-smelling bubbles.

  Steele laughed, wiping his face with a hand towel. I’d never seen him looking so light, so carefree, and it made my tummy feel lovely and warm. “I’m drenched,” he exclaimed, examining his wet shirt and jeans, but he didn’t look mad about it.

  He told me to stand up, took the shower head, and rinsed me off. Then he took a fresh towel out of the airing cupboard and carefully dried me. All the while, a smile played on his lips, like he was enjoying tending to me like that.

  I loved it, too. Loved the feeling of relaxing, knowing someone else was taking care of my needs.

  Steele wrapped the towel around me and lifted me out of the tub, then he shucked off his wet clothes and climbed in. I stood, feasting my eyes as he soaped up his naked body, his hands running all over his muscular bulk. He was such a vision of manly perfection, from his big pecs, to his tight buns, to his long, clean cock. My arousal had died down while I was in the bath, but now it grew again, into a deep, throbbing need for him. I longed to run my hands all over his sexy body, to caress every single contour and muscle.

  He noticed me looking, and flashed a dirty smile. I blushed, embarrassed that my desire for him was so obvious.

  We went through to the bedroom, and he took my towel back to the bathroom while I slipped into bed.

  When he returned, his cock was semi-hard and my desire went into overdrive. I’d wondered whether he was planning to fuck me or not, and now I was in no doubt.

  He slid between the sheets and arched over me, his big body spreading my thighs. I wrapped my legs around him, and we kissed deep and long.

  When he reached between my legs and discovered how wet I was, he gave a low growl. He reached into the nightstand drawer for a condom, rolled it on, and in seconds, he was entering me.

  It was different from last time—none of the burning as he broke through my maidenhead. Just a big push as his thick cock opened me up, then a blissful, shivery feeling as my muscles yielded to him and he slid all the way home.

  I clung to his back as he
began to move in me, wanting him close, wanting him to crush me with his big body.

  He felt so good inside me, each thrust deep, powerful. Possessing me. Pleasuring me. I loved the way he held my gaze, his emotions showing on his face.

  My breathing got heavier until I was panting, whispering his name with every thrust.

  Soon, I could feel a climax approaching. I arched my back and held him tighter, longing to come with him inside me like that.

  But he pulled out and flipped me over. He slid a pillow under my hips, raising my ass in the air, then entered me from behind. I cried out at this new sensation—as his cock went deep inside.

  He started to thrust fast, roughly, his nails digging into my hips and his pelvis butting my ass. It felt intense like this, almost too much to take, and wild animal sounds escaped my lips.

  Faster and faster he went, until I came hard, crying out, my face buried in the pillow.

  He wasn’t done yet. He pulled me over, onto my side, and held me in his arms, spooning me. Now his hands roamed over my breasts and clit, and I wriggled around, onto my side, so we could kiss at the same time.

  Steele kept changing positions—putting me on my back, front, side, legs up against my chest—each one pleasuring me in a different way. I felt like a ragdoll, helpless to the orgasms he drew from me, one after the other, after the other.

  Finally, when I was exhausted, both of us damp with perspiration, Steele laid me on my back again, and looked right into my eyes as he came.

  It was beautiful to see the way his irises went dark, to see pure bliss transforming his features. He pulled out of me fast, but stayed right there, kissing me for a long, long time, and I felt so happy and overwhelmed that my eyes teared up.

  Chapter 15

  Carrie

  For the next couple of days, there were no more punishments. Steele seemed kind of different. I didn’t have a name for it exactly, but there was a new softness in the way he look at me.

  We just worked, and did regular things together. We went to the supermarket and stocked up on a ton of food. It was kind of fun choosing things. Steele confessed that he used to hate shopping. He’d stock up for a month at a time, have a day when he made a big batch of stew, then he’d put it in the freezer and eat it almost every day. But now, we planned meals together. He was passionate about eating healthy—no junk food. Everything had to be fresh: meat, vegetables and potatoes.